The cold stone of the Montgomery Manor offered no comfort, and as Avery stood lost in the haunting echoes of the previous night, Tessa Greene—the young servant who had survived the staircase—slowed her pace.

"Luna?" Tessa whispered.

Avery lifted her gaze, her fingers moving in the fluid, sharp language of the silent: How does your wolf feel? Does the bruising still sting the bone?

Tessa offered a small, grateful smile. "The aches are fading. Hudson sent Dr. Ryan Mercer to tend to me personally. He even said that if my internal shifting is hindered, he’ll escort me to the healers at the Great Cathedral himself."

Avery nodded, her expression unreadable....